Chapter 3: Awakening the Conqueror
Nitron stood at the edge of a ruined Cybertronian city, his optics scanning the vast wasteland before him. Cybertron, once a jewel of mechanical perfection, was now a hollow graveyard. The echoes of forgotten battles whispered through the air, and towering structures lay crumbled beneath the weight of time. But in his core, he felt it—a pulse, a connection to something greater. The power of Primus and Unicron stirred within him, still dormant yet waiting to be unleashed.
The Call of the Ancients
Nitron's mind was flooded with fragmented memories—visions of the Thirteen Primes, their battles against the Chaos Bringer, and the ancient war that had torn Cybertron apart. The voices of Vector Prime, Solus Prime, and Megatronus echoed in his mind, whispering of untold power, of an inheritance that was now his to claim.
He clenched his fists. If he was to rebuild Cybertron and forge his own destiny, he needed to find the lost knowledge of the Primes. He could not afford to be weak—not in a universe filled with gods, titans, and cosmic forces that would see him as nothing more than an obstacle.
His first objective was clear—find the Well of Sparks, the ancient core of Cybertron where the lifeblood of his kind once flowed. If any knowledge of his dual heritage remained, it would be hidden there.
A Clash in the Ruins
As Nitron ventured deeper into the ruins, he sensed movement. Not just scavengers—but warriors.
Emerging from the shadows, a group of rogue Decepticons blocked his path. Their leader, a towering brute with glowing crimson optics, sneered.
> "A newcomer? And you dare walk through our territory like you own it?"
Nitron narrowed his optics. He didn't recognize them, but they reeked of desperation—Decepticons who had survived the war and now ruled over the ruins like warlords.
> "I don't have time for this," Nitron said, stepping forward.
> "Oh, but we do." The Decepticon smirked, signaling his soldiers. "Strip him for parts."
The first lunged, his serrated blade aimed at Nitron's chest. But Nitron moved faster—his new Cybertronian reflexes kicking in. He sidestepped, caught the Decepticon's arm, and in a single motion, ripped it from its socket. Sparks flew as the attacker screamed, collapsing to the ground.
The others hesitated.
Nitron didn't.
He launched forward. His fist collided with another's chest plate, shattering it like glass. A third warrior tried to strike from behind, but Nitron's left arm transformed, revealing an energy cannon. A single blast sent the enemy flying into the ruins, his body crumpling like discarded scrap.
The leader took a step back, realization dawning in his optics.
> "What... what are you?"
Nitron stepped over the fallen, his optics glowing brighter.
> "The future."
In a blur, Nitron closed the gap. His fist slammed into the Decepticon's head, sending him skidding across the ruins. The warlord groaned, trying to rise, but Nitron's foot pressed down on his chest.
> "Tell me everything you know about the Well of Sparks," Nitron commanded.
The Decepticon hesitated, then spat out a data chip.
> "The Well… it's been abandoned for eons. But some still believe it holds power. There are legends of the last Prime's spark still lingering there. If you want to find it, you'll have to go deep—into the core itself."
Nitron stepped back, allowing the defeated warrior to scramble away. He had what he needed.
The path to Cybertron's hidden past—and his own evolution—had begun.
Beyond Cybertron – The Universe Awakens
As Nitron prepared for his journey, far beyond Cybertron, cosmic entities turned their gaze toward the rising power. The energy of Primus and Unicron awakening in a single being had not gone unnoticed.
On the edges of the Marvel Universe, Thanos paused, sensing something… new.
The Living Tribunal shifted its gaze, calculating the arrival of an anomaly.
And in the farthest reaches of space, the Watcher observed, knowing that something had just changed in the grand design of the cosmos.
Nitron had begun his rise.
And the universe would never be the same.